Sonnet #94 by FisherKingKQJ
Perhaps it was a reverie within a reverie:
Above me floated bowls of woven flax,
A cornucopia of almost every
Known seedless fruit, in tidy stacks.
Bananas, grapes, apples, lemons of wax,
Feijoas, jujubes, pawpaw, quince of plastic,
Alike subordinate to parallax
Are one to one aspect yet fantastic.
Can my inner self be so gastric?
Gurus revere musa seedless paradise
Zoroasters too, knew this cultivar stick
Of banana plant, its algebra dice.
Only for your raspberries I reach out,
My love for you is astral, do not doubt.
{3D interactive chorus:}
My love for you is astral, do not doubt.
My love for you is astral, do not impugn.
My love for you is astral, do not query.